Bonding.

Looking at the child I carried and raised alone, I can see the little lady she is turning into. Makes me proud. She is an amazing big sister. She is an amazing student. She is an amazing part of our family. She is an amazing friend to all. Yes, she is 7 going on 17 and we argue and disagree more than not. However, she is this little ball of stubborn independent goooooooooo that tends to bounce off all walls and into everything delicate. No grace follows this child. Which leads me to believe I was meant to have strong willed pain in the ass children. It will make her stronger and myself along the way. I will question all and be a strict parent, yess mom, I will be like you. Until then though I will sit and admire the sweetness that these two contain together.